If you are a clever sort who has twigged to my little game already, you will know what I mean when I say that I am thankful for so many things today. Top of my list is:
The ability to walk into a pub, pick a random stranger, make eye contact, smile, shake hands, say your name, and have a friendly god damned conversation without further ado is seriously undervalued. You only have to go somewhere this is not standard practice, like Paris, or the Netherlands, or That Dank Corner of the Cranker at Half Past One Last Night, to realise you have been taking this gem for granted and perhaps you should part with some cold hard cash for the privilege.
Alright, let’s do this.
You don’t think discrimination is that big a deal because you are not discriminated against. You feel sexism is not really a problem because you are male. You never experience racism because you are white. You don’t believe in the negative power of herteronormativity because you are heteronomative. You think anybody can succeed in a capitalist world because you were born into a role that does so. And so on, and so on.
You have no idea that you have no idea what it is like to be on the other side, and you never will, because you find it easier to go through the world accepting - nay, actively supporting and paying good money for - the insidious replication and reinforcement of damaging, controlling, destructive, restrictive and flat out evil belief structures because it is easier than sitting up, paying attention, and living your life as something other than a fat, spoiled baby suckling on the teat of the system that benefits you.
Maybe you even go out of your way to argue against detractors of the system, content that you, as a literate, educated person, are probably equipped to understand the world as it is. But you are not. The only thing you are equipped to understand is your own ignorance, and that, you refuse to acknowledge.
When the revolution comes, well, you know what? You won’t be against the wall. Because that’s not how we want our world to be, a world of fit in or shut up. You are the only one who wants that, but you won’t be allowed to have it much longer. Watch your privileged position slip away unmourned, and the “minorities” and “interest groups” take their place alongside you in the sun. Our victory is inevitable.
The only question is … will you insist on being defeated, or will you celebrate with us? Because when we win, there is no “us” and “them” - unless you choose.
This makes me so confused. The largest American Apparel sizes can’t stretch around mannequins? But they do fit obviously overweight men in the streets? What. What. I don’t even know what’s going on. Men: be healthy. Women: I gave up on you long ago, do what you want and don’t blame me.